Dead Zone

I sowed some holes in my clothes today, hashtag house wife

fiction can be really dangerous there might be a deeply tragic woman in there who starts living in your head forever

whenever theres a woman im like YAY. whenever theres not a woman im like meh. i’ve seen better

I am the harbinger of good vibes and nice times

not really!

I don't understand how this is even a defence in the age of drone warfare.

Or even like... Cannon warfare.

Yeah, the Ottomans could have taken this in the fourteenth century.

it's to keep the women and kids locked in, gang.

#i am undiagnosing myself with 'adhd' and rediagnosing myself with 'cursed by wizard'

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

bro i cant get over how monk swtiches from murder to the theme song